Ok so my weekend has been for better a word..... fantastic.
Started well will time spent down at Widge manor, met family at a fireworks party, met Jax as I mentioned and then yesterday was the day of reckoning the MPH 08 show at earls Court London. Get in there!
It was fantastic! Granted, thanks to my somewhat eagerness to want to 'be' there we arrived at 11am spent plenty of time in the VIP suite enjoying the fact we had bought the dogs bollocks tickets to make sure we had a good day. Then luck would have it we managed to spend a good hour sitting in the 'Clarkson family' vip booth there... then got in line for the show with the special bus queue which in all honestly was need for both myself and Widge by that point as we were bloody knackerd - only to find our 'picked by me some time ago' seats were in the second row with only a VIP seating box in front which was.... empty - hooofucking rah!
As for the show, that was, must be said somewhat 'scripted' but bloody good all the same and in all fairness we didnt give a shit. All bangs in the right places and plenty to giggle over, many photos taken and memories to remember.
Then had the quick paddock tour after the show which was ok, then seeing as the pair of us were fucking spent decided to toddle back to the hotel cunningly situated 5 minutes round the corner. Not a bad place HOWEVER the nice tenant in the next room who insited on talking at the top of his voice until the wee hours then watching the QVC channel at pretty much full volume next door didnt really boad well.
He did finally shut the fuck up at 6am when we decided to retalitate with "Quincy ME" from the TV in our room which did seem to do the trick and we got at least a couple of hours of shut eye in the end.
So on awaking approximatly 07:30 decided to get up and ready and toddle down to breakfast for a fry up... NO SUCH FUCKING LUCK. What was on offer? musli I wouldnt give to a gerbill, tea, coffee and a reather sparse couple of bits of toast (delivery was included on said toast as it was brought to the table however)
Hmmmmmm YUM
But on refection the day was superb. Throuraghly enjoyed it all even if we didnt get to meet the slow wonder Mr May but then chances are after that many shows he probably wouldnt have been to keen on these two reprobates taking the piss.
REALLY bad points: After such a long day it must be said we were both bleeding tired due to amounts of walking and such guff but being the old cynical logical daft pair we are - paced ourselves perfectly enough to have a nice evening of rest here back at Widge Manor with vodka and the best roast chicken dinner I have had in soooooom time.
So will we do the show again? oh fuck yes... will we somehow blag corporate status next time? Oh I think so.....Not that I am complaining we didn't exactly do too badly this time... next time however we need to be able to say " Do you not know know who I am????" to the minions ;)
good'o
Started well will time spent down at Widge manor, met family at a fireworks party, met Jax as I mentioned and then yesterday was the day of reckoning the MPH 08 show at earls Court London. Get in there!
It was fantastic! Granted, thanks to my somewhat eagerness to want to 'be' there we arrived at 11am spent plenty of time in the VIP suite enjoying the fact we had bought the dogs bollocks tickets to make sure we had a good day. Then luck would have it we managed to spend a good hour sitting in the 'Clarkson family' vip booth there... then got in line for the show with the special bus queue which in all honestly was need for both myself and Widge by that point as we were bloody knackerd - only to find our 'picked by me some time ago' seats were in the second row with only a VIP seating box in front which was.... empty - hooofucking rah!
As for the show, that was, must be said somewhat 'scripted' but bloody good all the same and in all fairness we didnt give a shit. All bangs in the right places and plenty to giggle over, many photos taken and memories to remember.
Then had the quick paddock tour after the show which was ok, then seeing as the pair of us were fucking spent decided to toddle back to the hotel cunningly situated 5 minutes round the corner. Not a bad place HOWEVER the nice tenant in the next room who insited on talking at the top of his voice until the wee hours then watching the QVC channel at pretty much full volume next door didnt really boad well.
He did finally shut the fuck up at 6am when we decided to retalitate with "Quincy ME" from the TV in our room which did seem to do the trick and we got at least a couple of hours of shut eye in the end.
So on awaking approximatly 07:30 decided to get up and ready and toddle down to breakfast for a fry up... NO SUCH FUCKING LUCK. What was on offer? musli I wouldnt give to a gerbill, tea, coffee and a reather sparse couple of bits of toast (delivery was included on said toast as it was brought to the table however)
Hmmmmmm YUM
But on refection the day was superb. Throuraghly enjoyed it all even if we didnt get to meet the slow wonder Mr May but then chances are after that many shows he probably wouldnt have been to keen on these two reprobates taking the piss.
REALLY bad points: After such a long day it must be said we were both bleeding tired due to amounts of walking and such guff but being the old cynical logical daft pair we are - paced ourselves perfectly enough to have a nice evening of rest here back at Widge Manor with vodka and the best roast chicken dinner I have had in soooooom time.
So will we do the show again? oh fuck yes... will we somehow blag corporate status next time? Oh I think so.....Not that I am complaining we didn't exactly do too badly this time... next time however we need to be able to say " Do you not know know who I am????" to the minions ;)
good'o
Yay!!! So glad to hear you had a great time! You deserve some fun and I'm pleased you did.
ReplyDeleteNot half as glad as I was!
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